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wm 10 a big display head descriptive of what followed. there axe actors of fat; fewer accomplishments than himself and who recoivo much less oredit THEATERS AND MUSIC. BROOKLYN LITERARY MEN WALKS ABOUT THE CITY. every man in the quaint mob was to ride in bio ooachBnd be a great lord. The motto: When Adam, delved and Eve span, Where was then your genf loman Inspired them to war against their oppressors' and proclaim their own equality.

Where were they going, those people who followed Cade? What were they to do They were going to spoil a rich oity and seize apparel and all kinds of gewgaws to wear and rich fowls to eat, and fine houses to shelter them. Bnt such a raid as they contemplated would drive out all merchants and stop all the whetls of commerce and agriculture, and what would they do when tho great Store houses were empty? They had not thought of that. Like beginners at chess thoy only saw one move ahead of them. How different were the men in our Labor day parade from tho workmen of France and Germany and England. When they turn out the authorities tremble for the peace of their cities.

Conditions here have been so much more favorable to the growth of reason and intelligence and tolerance of opinion than in the older countries of Europe that our workmon are calm, thoughtful, self reliant, peaceable and emphatically sane. As a rule they know exactly what they want and why manager's disgust at seeing his goddess so shabbily attired. 'How dare you come on my stage in that darned disgraceful stato Go and put on that Venus dress, right away. Do yon think I'm going to pay you to show in my theater in a git up like An explanation only half appeased him. He did not, in the, event, insist on Nan appearing asVenUB; bnt Nan did not appear at all after a while." A member of one of the earlier American companies was Willie Edouin, who once advised a meager ballet girl to "assist" her limbs with sawdust, and she was so stupid as to do it.

The result was that it settled into her ankles, rendering her a pitiable sight. Another time Edouin lured on an aspiring amateur to make up his face with shellac. He oontrived, with the willing aid of the company, to make about as ludiorous a debut as history records, and he conoluded next morning that he was not meant for the stage. The bright brown eyes twinkle with mirth as Miss Thompson recalls her adventure with Mr. Storey, of tho Chicago Tribune.

"The paper had libeled me day after day, assailed my private charaoter and called me fearful names. When my manager called at the office to expostulate he was received with tho suggestion, 'If this woman has a protector let him ThiB was adding inault to his already beginning with the lino "8. P. Q.B." The coma. positor who got this heading to Bet looked at the cabalistic hue a minute and then went to the foreman to be.

sure that his eyes read aright. "All right," said the foreman. "What does it mean 1" said the typo. "St. Patrlok's Queer Romans," said the foreman, who had read the artiole in type.

If report speaks truly that Henry Abbey has received an offer from a wealthy capitalist in New York to put up a mnBio hall with a Beating capacity of 5,000, ho ought to jump at the opportun ity. The Metropolis needs such a place. Benjamin Godard, tho French composer, is said to be almost consumed with vanity. He has been told that he looks like Beethoven and has busts of himself and the German master in every room in his house to discloso the resemblance more completely. Waldemar Moyer, who teaohes violin muBioat the Imperial Musio Sohool in Tokio, Japan, draws a salary of $4,000.

One would suppose that the man who not only travels with "Adonis" and sees it nearly every night, but who wrote the thing in the first place, would have almost enough of it in the course of a few years, but Biich doBS not seem to be the oase. Mr. Rice, the author and manager, eat in the cen ter of the Park Theater auditorium on Monday night and was the most interested listener and the most persistent applauder in the house. Sev eral of his songs would not probably have been encored had he not started the enthusiasm with a cane. Mr.

Rice is painfully bashful. The play called "Talked About" has been re chriBtoned "Grandfather's Clook." It was first named "Florell." Oliver Doud Byron owns nine cottages at Long and is wealthy, ne will soon appear in a new play called The Uppor Hand." All but $8,000 of the needful $60,000 has been subBoribed for the purpose of buying the rickety guano storehouse in Richmond, that was once Libby Prison and removing it to Chicago lor show purposes. Harry Fisher, of Harrigan's company, lost his wife on Monday afternoon and had to play his part in "Waddy Googan" in the evening. A sub stitute was engaged on tho rollowmg day. Charles Byrne and Arthur Wallack have made still another version of "Uncle Tom's whioh they will produce next month in Philadelphia.

P. S. Gilmore, the bandmaster, is to write the melodramatic music for Soanlan'a new play. mavourneen." The Barnum Bailey circus will exhibit in Madison Square Garden again in the Spring. The impending change of that building into a combination of theater, circus, museum, concert hall, restaurant, Turkish bath, art gallery and sundry other things has ceased to impend.

Robert Mantell gives Othello a new make up this season. Instead of presenting him aB a negro ho enacts him as an Arab with long, straight hair, and carrying a straight sword instead of a oarved scimetar. Viotor Herbert, the violoncello player in the orchestras of Thomas and Seidl, and the husband of Frau Herbert Foerster, is not a German, but a full blooded Irishman and grandson of the novelist, Samuel Lover. Franz Rummel, the pianist, is coming baok to America next year. An Italian teacher in Philadelphia recently made the assertion, and it was extensively copied.

that the Americansinging voice was oontraoting; that bases could not go so low nor sopranos fly as high as they did once, and that soon there would be only two voices left mezzo sopranos and baritones. The absurdity of this assertion has called out strong contradictions from Mmes. La Grange, Viardot and Marchesi, MM. Beer and Massenet and others. Lillian Norton, otherwise Mme.

Nordica, returns to America on business. She will join the denationalized on the other side and make England her home in future. The London Btage must be in as deplorable a condition as the stage in Brooklyn, to judge from this assertion of Allan Laidlaw: There are too many theaters in London. Were it not for the floating population thoy could not got a living. As it is, only six or eight of thorn ahow a company of really fine actors.

The rest are run by actors who want to "star" and play at management, or are filled by demoralizing entertainments. It is the deadly effect of competition that it leads to commercial demoralization, and in theaters, as with drink ahopa, to absolute vicious influence; therefore the interference of the Legislature is warranted, and I think that licenses should be re uaod for any new theaters. It is the oant of the day to talk of competition being a preventive of the evils of monopoly. If men would bo honest, monopoly would have no evils; but cut throat competition attempts to cure ono evil by another. The law of a State should punish a cheat the same as it punishes cruelty, brutality, theft and murder; indeed, your quack is your most vile form of thief, and often your most deadly murderer.

If the present struggle continues, the aggregate of the actor's oalling will be humbled to a pitiable condition of poverty, and dramatic art will bo ro ducod from a noble recreation to a hot bed of enervating sensuality and deleterious stimulant. Sophocles' grand yet horrible tragedy, "GSdipus Tyrannus," that was played in Booth's Theater with George Riddle in the title role, wherein he spoke Greek, has been acted in the Comedie Francaise. Tho French translation was by Jules La croix. An English writer says that a more beauteous stage picture has never been presented at the Franoaise than that of the City of Thebes, with the lofty and massive Ionic columns inclosing the peristyle of the royal palace on one hand, the garlanded portico of Apollo's temple on the other, the sacred palm trees in the agora shading brazen tripods and marble balustrades, while in the background rises the imposing temple of Pallas and beyond, beneath a lurid, stormy sky. we see one of those historic ranges of mountains which played so large a part in Bceotian fable.

The curtain rises on an overture, the instrumentalists being concealed from view of the audience, and before the king's palace, surrounded by guards, tho whole population of tho capital is discovered, the women kneeling and in graceful pantomine holding palm branches toward the royal abode. On the steps of Apollo's temple stand two white robed vestals, surrounded by venerable priests, and a surging crowd behind seems to be pressing forward, eager for the appearance of King GSdipus, the "friend of his people." The Woroester Company Musical Association will hold its thirty first annual festival in Me chanics' Hall, Woroester, during the five days be ginning September 38. The selections will in clude Beethoven's Praise of Mnsio," "Corio lanus" overture and violin concerto, Vieuxtemps' Concert Pieoe, Verdi'B Requiem, Handel's "Messiah," Saint Saens' symphonio poem, "Phaeton," and Nineteenth Psalm, Bruch's "Lorelei," Rossini's "Moses iu Egypt," selections from Corne lius' "Barber of Bagdad," Wold's Dramatic Suite, the overture to Thomas' Mignon," MacDowell's piano concerto, Wagner's Tannhauser over ture, Spohr's "Consecration of Tones" sym phony, selections from Goldmark's "Rustio Wedding," Foote's overture, "In tho Mountains:" Schubert's Twenty third Psalm and a number of vocal and instrumental solos. Thero will be an orohestra of sixty, a chorus of five hundred, under lead of Carl Zorrahn, and the following Boloists Soprani, Giulia Yalda, Mrs. Theodore J.

Toedt, Marguerite Hall, Marie Howe, Corinne Moore LawBon, F. M. Dnnton, Emma Juch; con tralti, Clara Poole, Mary H. How, Hope Glenn; tenori, Theodore J. Toedt, George J.

Parker, W. J. Lavin, Max Alvary; baritoni, B. T. Hammond, Charles Rice, Gardner S.

Lamson: bassi, D. M. Babcock, Ivan MorowBki, Myron W. Whitnoy; Franz Kneisel, violinist; Ella Kidney, violinist; Teresa Carreno, pianist; Xavier Reiter. Frenoh horn; Mons.

Mole, flute; Mons. Sautet, oboe: E. N. Lafricain, trumpet: H. Shueckor.

harp; B. D. Allen, organ; George W. Colby, piano. Where is Levi P.

Morton From Mr. Cleveland we have had messages which have given direction to the campaign. From Judge Thurman we have had speeches which touched popular apprehension and oleared away the undergrowth of the Tariff question. Mr. Harrison received some delegations and hobbled through some small talk.

He is not much of a statesman, but he did the beBt he could. Blaine has elucidated the savings bank 'riches of the manufacturing States and enunciated the Republican view of trusts. In gorsoll has savagely satirized the Prohibitionists and defended free rum. Where is Morton whilo the artillery of the campaign is thundering Kansas City Times for refinement who never would ob guilty of Buoh improprieties. For instance, the lata and onoe popular George Jordan would not have been.

He was at one time the only rival of Lester Wallaok in New York. I bemembeb seeing Jordan and Wallack in "David Copperfield," tho former as the title character and the latter as Bteerf orth, at Burton's Theater. By the way, while the inherited gifts of Lester Wallack and the benefits derived from association with his concededly abler father are dwelt upon, I have nowhere seen justice doneito the opportunities ho found in the old Chambers street house. There was enough capacity in the stock comnanv of that amouB place to cover tho Western Hemisphere with the combinations of to day, from Baffin's Bay to Patagonia. There could hardly have been abetter sohoolof acting.

An interesting list of the characters whioh Lester Wallack played during his professional life was published by the Eagle the othor day, question its completeness. I searched it in vain forono name Claude Melnotte. This is not a part of the kind with whioh he is associated and a manager needs a good deal or courage to pro duce "Tho Lady of Lyons" ndwadays. I saw Lester Wallack play the hero to the late Laura Keene's Paulino for quite a "run" at the old Wallack's Theater on Broadway, near Broome street. There was not tho glow of the divine fire in the Darformanbe.

but tho acting was of that care ful and thoroughly good kind which goes ar to reconcile us to tho absonoe of occasional flashes of genius with intervals of slovenliness and slop piness. "The late," "the late" I have applied the term to every actor I have named. How many of those who have brightened the stage must he bo described. Is a single ono of the men and women Burton gathered about him in tho Chambers Stroet Theator still treading tho boards How many of the leading names in the list of the throe Wallack houses are still worn by living people The worst of it is the contemporaneous drama does not Beem to be raising a very considerable cropof worthy successors to them. In some things tho theator has gamed greatly in actors 1 uouDt.

Before dropping the subject I Bhould like to ask somebody to tell me what, after all, any of the Wallacks ever did for tho dramatio profession or literatur of America. A great lover of animals is Mr. Foster L. Backus, and a gentleman who has studied their habits very closely. Ho is especially fond of horses and considers them more intelligent than any other quadruped.

In fact, they stand next to men in his opinion. I was disposed to laugh at some of his claims on behalf of the horse, lor horses have allowed me to walk all my life time, and I am somewhat prejudiced against thorn on that account. Then Mr. Backus said: Now look here, young man. I will just tell von a story about the memory and reasoning power possessed by a horse on my father's farm.

This horse was in the habit of making journeys about the neighborhood in charco of a certain groom, who was coarse, igno rant, low and cruel. The horse had been brought up on our farm and was very good tempered and I gentle, but the groom's roughness and fondness for laying on tne wmp coniuseu mm su muuu that he was not prompt in obeying orders sometimes. Then the groom beat and bullied him. The horso never showed the slightest sign of re sentment till ono day the groom approached him in the pasture field. The horse was free for the first time in the presence of his enemy and he charged the groom.

A short halter was around his nock, and the groom seized this and hung on. The horse tried to strike him with his forefeet; tried to bite and kick him. The man dodged and Bhouted for aid. The fight was desperate and very exoiting. The horse fairly roared with rage.

The groom was nearly fagged out, and in another five minutes would have been knocked down and trampled to death, when my father camo on the scene. He seized the halter and told the groom to run. As Boon as ho was gone the horse subsided and was as docile as ever. Now, I am satisfied that the horse deliberately planned to kill that groom at tho first favorable opportunity. See how carefully he chose the time and place of the assault.

A lonely pasture field where he had his enemy all to himself. He had never shown the faintest Bign of viciousness before. The groom kept away from him after that, and the horse never afterward was known to exhibit rage. If he had killed the groom it would have been murder in the first degree, for the element of deliberation waa there. Yes, sir; horses have reason, and they have memory also.

Their memories for locality and direction are fine. When I am driving a horse over a road which he has traveled onco I always leave any matter of direction to him, and he never makes a mistake. This is true even if the distance is as far as from Alb any to Brooklyn, and if ho has only been over tho road onco before. Night or day is all tho same to him; he never makes aierror." Talking about Mr. Backus' love and respect for horses reminds me of that simple hearted, benignant old veteran, General McLeer, whose luck in getting an Asseosorship from a Democratic Mayor is not begrudged him by any generous political opponent.

The general is very fond oi' children of all kinds. Like Mr. Beeoher, it is all the same to him whether they are ragged or well clothed or dirty or clean or hoarse voiced and viciou'i or well trained and tender. He has a soft spoi in his heart for them all. The gamins around tho City Hall have come to know this and utilize it.

For many moons ho wob regularly played by the belated little boy or girl who wanted to sell "the last paper." He was somewhat shocked when he discovered that tho aforesaid little boy or girl was a ju ei.ite fraud sent out by greedy parents at 8 o'clock in the evening after sleeping all the afternoon to catch the sympathetic folk who came over the bridge or passed by the City Hall. One night recently, when the general sallied forth to wend his way home, a little boy met him with a tale of woe and a laBt paper. The general examined his pockets. He had not a cent not even enough to pay car fare home. "I have not a penny, my son," he said.

The boy looked at him doubtfully and the general said: "Come to my house and I will give you something." He marched off then and tho little fellow trotted along by his side. Two or three' times the child hesitated during that lone walk to Carlton avenue, but he decided to persevere and did. He was rewarded with a fine supper and some silver. When he was ready to leave the general saw him to the corner. The boy began to howl.

He was lost. He had never been in that part of the city before. Tho general had to see him as far as the City Hall again. Querulous gentlemen are saying ugly things of the present proprietors of the. Democratic party in Brooklyn.

Some of thorn have gone so far as to assert that no Democrat of intelligence, honor and reputo can hold offica in tho city or county without being subjected to the action of the Diacipline Committee, of which Mr. Anthony Barrett is chairman. That is not true. John Y. McKano was very properly disciplined by Mr.

Barrett, so was Mayor Chapin last week. The next offender will be Police Commissioner James D. Belt. Already he and his supportera have been told that they are not wanted in that Democratic stronghold, the Nineteenth Ward. It is a ward where intelhctual and scholarly gentlemen should rule, if the party is to be make any inroads there at all, and the Discipline Committee has in its wisdom decided that Mr.

Bell muBt step down and out, and that County Clerk John M. Ranken, shall lead tho victorious hosts of the ward. There wab nothing the matter with tho fashion in which Labor day was celebrated in Brooklyn: A groat, parade and then a jolly gathering under the trees of Eidgewood Park. I watohed the parade form and move, company after company wheeling into' line out of the side streets till the army of well dressed workmen stretched away as far as the eye could reach. Bright banners and badges and lodge insignia gave abundant color to the Bceno and more than a Bcore of bands filled tho air with music.

But, best of all, every man hi line was absolutely sober, and the thousands of countenances that marched past were good humored, intelligent and happy. What a change has como to the democracy since the time when he Norman barons rode rough shod over the Saxon churls and chased the CeltB of Ireland, Scotland and Wales, like wolves through their ancient possessions Why men in the lower Btrata of society then were roofleaa and ragged and half starved, and absolutely at the morcy of vengeful tyrants who looked upon them as something lower than dogs. Rights I They had none. What a change again from the time when such men aa these blindly followed Jack Cade toward tho promised land of where the fountains were to flow with wine and I News and Notes Concerning Aot ors, Plays and Singers. What is to be Seen in Brooklyn This Week.

Attractions in New York "Parsifal" at Bay reuth Lyflla Thompson Hoard From An Unappreciated Favor An Incident With Lim bnrger Cheese (Ediptts in Paris Per sonuls. Following are the announcements of local man agers for the coming week park theater. William Redmond and Mrs. Thomas Barry, who are real actors and appear in real plays, are to give this week the historical drama called "Herminie; or. The Cross of Gold." It is founded on Ferrler's novel, has to do with inoidents in Franco during the time of the first Napoleon.

There ib a picturesque daBh or nillitaiism in it, and tho story is melodramatic and interesting as well as historical. BROOKLYN THEATER. Milton Nobles, who is a member of the actors colon? in Brooklyn and was leading man in Ool ofie'l Sinn's company when the Park was a stock theater, will be seen this week in two of his popular and well known playB, "Love and Law" and "The Phenix." In the latter he personates the penniless Bohemian who grinds out sensational stories for oheap papers and who terminates every chapter with the now celebrated allegation that tho villain still pursued her." novelty theater. "My Aunt Bridget," with George W. Munroe and John 0.

Rice in the two principal parts, ia to be played this week. Tho oompany now moludes the Florentine lady quartet and a choir of madri gal boys. LEE AVENUE THEATER. The Barry and Fay combination, which is well known for Hb performances of grotesque Irish comedy, will oooupy the stage of this theater for tho next six nights. STANDARD MUSEUM.

Haverly's "Our Strategists" Oompany will ap pear to morrow. The pieoe ib one of the earlier faroe comedies that had a vogue here when J. is. Polk played the leading part. The dodges and disguises oroato amusement.

CRITERION THEATER. "The Streets of New York" will be open to the populace to morrow. This play has not been seen in Brooklyn for several weeks. HYDE BEHMAN'S THEATEB. The May Howard Burlesque Company that is to appear this week includes Georgie Blake, Hattio Howard, Sablon, Harry Morris, Jennie Miaoo, ten Russian women who fight with broadswords and a number of other people, some of whom Bing, some dance and some are employed for decora tive purposes.

zipp's CASINO. The Steens, mind readers and spirit raisers, will remain for another week at this resort, and with them will appear the Goistinger Double Quartet, Kay Wilson, Alexandra Dagmar, Minnie Sohult and the orchestra. STODDARD LEOTUHES. Messrs. Burditt North announce that Mr Stoddard, the popular lecturer, will appear in Brooklyn this season as UBual and that he will have a number of new subjeots and new illustra tions.

IN NEW YORK. The attractions in New York for the present week are as follows: "Nadjy" at the Casino; "The Kaffir Diamond" at the Broadway Theater; "Waddy Googan" at Harrigan's Park Theater; "Boccaccio" at Wallaok's; Roland Reed in "The Woman Hater" at the Bijou Opera House; Dock stader's Minstrels; "Philip tho Fifth Avenue Theater; "A Legal Wreck" at the Madison Square; "Lord Chumley" at the Lyceum; Denman Thompson in "The Old Homestead" at the Academy of Music; "Jim, the Penman "at the Star; Cora Tanner in Fascination at the Fourteenth Street Theater; "A Dark Secret" at the Grand Opera House; Cold Day" at the WindBor; "Lost in New York" at the People's; "Hoodman tilind" at the Thalia; the Australian Novelty Company at the Third Avenue; "Mathias Sandorf at Niblo's; "Bound the World in Eighty Days" at the Comique; James Owen O'Conor and Blanche Marsden at Koster Bial's; curiosities at Worth's Museum wax works; and musio at Eden Musee; "Battle of Gettysburg" and "the Cruoifixion" at the rotundas. "PARSIFAL" AT BAYREUTH. An English writer claims that "the peculiarly attractive influence of Bayreuth is as strong for those who go there to work as for those who go to be spectators. This is not leBS true of the surbor dinateB than of the principals.

Thero were the same artists in the minor roles that I saw two years ago I recognized an old acquaintance in each Knight of the Grail as he marohed on with stately tread in hii robo of scarlet and French gray. There was Pauline Cramer, eostatio as ever in looks and attitudes, as the silent youth who car ries the holy grail. One outcome of the co operation of 'old hands' was that marvelous smoothness in stage business which has so often chal lenged admiration. Another was a soupcon of mechanioal style about the labors of the chorus. I do not assert that over familiarity with their work caused the women and boys whose voices are heard from the dome in the grail scenes to sing out of tune.

Perhaps the changeable weather affeoted their intonation, even as it affected the pitch of the wood wind in the orchestra, though to an extent only perceptible to most sensitive ears. I was disappointed with the new bells sent from England Borne months ago expressly for these performances; it struck me that their clang was less penetrating and mu sical than that of the old set. The shortcomings in 'Parsifal' were not serious, but they are worth pointing out, as evidence that all the care, foresight and liberality expended upon a Bayreuth production will not invariably bring forth perfect results. The conductor, Herr Felix Mottl, is a first rate man, and although his tempi were often a shade slower than Herr Levi's in 1886, no praise would be too great for the refined and thoughtful manner in whioh he interpreted Wagner's masterly score. Every point in the instrumentation was admirably brought out, yet not too prominently where the voice was also con cerned.

For all round delioacy both in orchestra and on the stage, the rendering of the scene where the flower maidens tempt Parsifal was as near perfection as anything I ever heard." LYDIA THOMPSON HEARD FROM. Lydia Thompson has been gushing into the oars of a reporter on the Era, and among othor items of information furnished is one to the effect that in a Dublin theater the gallery boys were a great powor, and her steadfast refusal to bo blackmailed caused them to arrange a bad time for the burlesque actress, who had once to depart surreptitiously from the back door. Webb, the manager, once had a battle with the gallery. He had dismissed a notoriously unreliable porformor, and when the curtain rose the boys shrieked out a collective demand for his restoration. Webb ap proached the footlights, but they refused to hear him.

Ho Bent for a chair, and sat there until at length they let him speak; butthe resultof this interview waa the reinstatement of the offender. One night Miss Thompson, not due till the burlesque, desired to see from the front something of Macbeth." There was a stage wait. While it was in progress Miss Thompson saw through a glass door that commanded the stage a quaint ragged and unkempt. It was Webb, made up for Hecate. He had crept there to see the piece and his interest in the performance had made him forgot the part he was taking in it.

He saw the stage wait and divined the reason. The manager was dominant. Where's Hecate Who the is playing Hecate 1" he shrieked, laughing heartily when Miss Thompson drew his attention to the fact that he himself was the delinquent. A story of the old Queen's is worth repeating. They were playing burlesque of Faust." Mephistopheles was too fat to get through the trap that led him to the infernal regions.

He stuck. Fiends below tugged at his legs, friends above pounded at his shoulders. All in vain. Then from the gallery came a voice, Here's comfort, boys; hell's full." Miss Thompson has been to America six times. Burlesque has been mainly but not wholly her occupation.

Concerning Nan, in "Good for Nothing," she said: While we wero at Boston, a young lady who had been playing Venus, in had worn a beautiful costume, which pleased the eye and fancy of the manager of the theater we played in; so much so, in fact, that on my departure he engaged her for his stook season. Her opening part was Nan, for which she had been cast by the stage manager, and in due oourse she appeared, before the curtain rose, dressed in the sooty and draggle tailed garb of the character. Imagine the hitherto bewitched The Home and the Life of a Popular Verse Maker. Will Carleton's House on Greene Avenue In the Library and tho Study His Own Account ot His Working Methods. Among the literary men who make Brooklyn their home is Will Carloton, the poet.

He has been spouding the Summer at tho Thousand Islands. He occupies a handsome villa in Thousand Island Park, which is situated on one of the most extreme points on tho banks of tho St. Lawrence, offering a broad and delightful outlook for several miles up the picturesque river. The story of his life is very interesting, yet uneventful, in that it. has been free from abrupt ohanges of fortune.

Mr. Carleton was born October 21, 1845, at Hudson, the youngest of five children, the only one of them now living. His father was a plain, practical farmer, yet a man of intellect and sagacity. The father, oarly in life, moved from New Hampshire, and in a dense forest cleared a farm and settled himself upon it. He liked good literature and did all in hiB power, to educate his children, and though he often praised his son's youthful productions, which appeared from time to time in the local newspapers, yet the thought that the boys efforts in this direction were destined to success never occurred to him.

Mrs. Carleton had, however, poetic fancies, and during her life in the wilderness often wrote poems. When but a lad of 4 years, young Carleton began his daily pilgrim utraa ij t.TiA flint.rififc HrVnrl. TTft anmi moTiifoafQil 'a desire for learning and, while attending the diatnet 'school, managed to study a little Greek and Latin. At the age of 16 he taught school, at a salary of $16 per month, which went toward defraying the expenses of an education in Hinsdale College.

Wero you particularly fond of poetry when a boy I asked. "Shakspeare interested me deeply, and I saved all my spare change to secure a copy of his works. I read Byron some, but Shakspeare was my idoL Living on an isolated farm, I had little access to books, and it was not until I entered college that I began to study the writings of our standard authors. My earliest poems which gained any circulation at all wero 'Rifts in the 'Cover Them 'City of Boston' and a number of others. It wsb in the early part of 1871 that I wrote 'Betay and My ideas for the poem were gained from impressions made upon me by di vorce caseB which came up in the court room into which I often strayed.

The characters represent no one in particular and aro intended aa typical of a class. The poe.m was first published in tho Toledo JSIaae. iTorn this paper it was copied into other papers, among them Harper's Weekly. I was surprised one day not long afterward at receiving from the Harpera a request for a poem. I then wrote 'Over the Hill to the 'Out of tho Old 'Gone With a Han'somer Man, "Uncle 8ammy' and a number of others, which were published in the Weekly.

What did I receive for tho poem 'Over the Hill to the Poor Well, there is no harm in saying that the late Mr. S. S. Conant, of Harper's Weekly, sent mea oheck for $30 for it." Which of your own poems is your favorite I believe there is really more in 'The First Settler's Story' than in any other of my veraea, and if I haVo a favorite I think that is tho one." Will yow tell mo your methods of work and whether you wait for the spirit to move I must confess that I have no regular method. Waiting for the spirit to move is all very well if ono works whilo he waits.

But lying back' and expeoting the spirit to do the work for you is calamitous tosuocess." Do you write under pressure "In regard to pressure there must be an in centive to all sorts of work; but there should be time in which to respond to it. It is hard to write under the pressure of a call for copy, and much unworthy work has boen dono in that way. I do not allow myself to be governed by any ss'stem. It is much more difficult for mo to transfer my thoughts to paper than it is to transfer my feelings into thoughts. The construction of a poem with me is a labor of care.

Unlike some writers of verso, I do not dash off my lines, for they do not como to me hastily. At times a poem will be entirely outlined in my mind before I sit down to write. At other times I go to my desk without the least idea of what I am going to write. The seasona have much to do with my writing, and in that respect I am a barometer." "Do you allow yourself to bo interrupted 7" "Only in case of fire. Interruptions are disas trous to any strong montal or heart effort.

The author's den should be well guarded. Yea, I often jot down passing thoughts for future reference. It is a splendid plan and one, I think, that most authors use." Mr. Carleton considers the morning tho best time for work and usually employs that portion of the day. He is an early riser, but aside from reading a few moments he never does any work before breakfast.

Unless absolutely compelled to, he never works after 6 o'clock in tho evening. He is very fond of exorcise and swings a pair of Indian clubs every day for fifteen minutes. He is a groat beUever in outdoor exercise, walking and horsebaok riding especially. He is fond of music, thongh he plays but one instrument, the cornet. Mr.

Carleton'B city home has been for two or three years at 420 Greeno avenuo, in the middle of a row of three story and basement brown atone houses that runs south along tho west side of the avenue. The neighborhood ia pleaaant and attractive and he enjoys Brooklyn as a place of residence. I might not do better than to quote his own words on thiB point: 'As a home for literary workers Brooklyn seems to me at present well adapted. It is comparatively quiet and near the best market for literary wares in America, if not in the world." The Carleton home is just suoh a place aB one would expect to find a popular poet in. The par lor, as you enter the honso to the left, has a general air of comfort and refinement.

There is a profusion of easy chairs and lounges covered in blue plush, while the windows are hung with heavy curtains. Odd bits of brio a brao are strewn about on the mantelpieces and on the walls hang many fine paintings, gathered from three European tours, as well as several choice pictures picked up in American travel. The library at the rear of the parlor ia partly concealed by tho portiere at the wide door way. But the visitor would naturally turn to toe place where the poet does his daily His study is on the third floor, in tho front part of the house. Apart from of books, the room is plainly furnished.

An ordinary dosk stands in one corner of tho room, and at this Mr. Carleton writes the verso that touches the hearts of his thousands of roadorB. Ho employs a secretary for most of his correspondence, which is very large. Mr. Carleton is 43 years of age, and though ho has a dash of gray in his wavy dark brown hair ho is still young in appearance.

Ha has the build of an athlete, and is qui ok and active in his movements. In conversation he seems restless and nneasy, and his actions remind one of a school boy who is anxious to break away from his books for a romp with his companions. He entertainB cleverly, and his manner is exceedingly gentle and cordial. Ho seems to get much out of life and is a close observer of every day affairs. Mr.

Carleton is popular as a leoturer. One evening during July he entertained an audience of 2,500 in the Tabernaclo in Thousand Island Park. Ho enjoys his lecturing tours in spite of their many discomforts and especially are they pleasant when his wife accompanies him, as she often does. Mr. Carleton has been successful financially.

His four books combined have had a sale of over three hundred and fifty thousand copies. Ho has an assured position in literature and to day for the briefest poem from his pen he receives not less than $100. His mother, who is over 70 years of ago, has an honored place at the family table. Ho has no children and he divides his affections betweon his wife and hisimother. To the latter were dedicated his "Farm Ballads," whilo "Farm Legends" bore the inscription: "To the memory ot a noble man, my farmer father," and "Farm Festivals," in turn, was inscribed: To Sisters and Brother, All gone on Through sad, mists.

The Great Brightness. His new volume, "Oity Ballads," is dedicated "To Adora, Friend, Comrade, Lover, Wife." Mrs. Carleton is several years younger than her husband. She has a Bhapely figure and fair brown hair, worn in clustering little curls. Her face is round, with regular features and her expreasion is that of one who poflaessen a nappy, gentle disposition.

J. A MoK, Observations Gathered From All Sections of Brooklyn. Some of the Side Scenes ftt the Race Track. Wallack Keniinisccnees The Labor Day Celebration A Brooklyuite Who Went to Brazil. There were many beautiful women at the Coney Island Jockoy Clnb traok on Futurity day, but shp was the fairest of them all.

From her appearance you might have thought her the queen of Ward McAllister's four hundred. Her figure, rather above medium height, was superbly modeled. Her handsome aristocratic face was lovely in outline and expression. Her head, poised alertly on a columnar milk white neck, would have driven a portrait painter into ecstasy or despair. From her violet eyes beamed glances of amiability and self satisfaction.

From beneath a hat that was a wonder in millinery her blonde tresses shone brighter than spun gold. Her costume was the admiration of the men, the envy of the other sex. It was a dream in light Summer silk, an airy clinging gown made in the higheat style of fashion, and fitted to perfection. Of the reserved tier on the grand stand bIid was the central attraction. She flitted from group to group of spectators like a sunbeam.

No one in the vast multitude present waa more deeply interested than she in the races. From a dainty purse she produced a roll of billB of large denominations, and she backed hor favorite thoroughbreds with all the zest and animation of a veteran Bport. When Proctor Knott dashed up the stretch a glorious winner she waved her lace handkerchief in frantic enthusiasm. Ten minutes later the messenger boy who had carried her tickets to the bookmakers returned and handed her an enormous roll of money. Then she repaired to the restaurant and ordered a bottle of champagne.

For the first time after she Beated herself it became apparent to onlookers that she had an escort. He was a tall, broad shouldered, powerful man with Bnapping black eyes, a heavy dark mustache and a rather sinister countenance. His temperament was evidently phlegmatic. So far as ho was concerned, the hilarity of his companion was not contagiouB. He looked about him indifferently; stolidly drank his wine from a huge goblet, and rarely condescended to make a remark.

Many of the spectators wondered who ho might be. One ventured the guess that he was a Wall street broker. Another believed that he might be the leader of an orchestra. A third hazarded tho opinion that lie was proprietor of one of the uptown Italian restaurants in which epicures experience the joys of gastronomy over spaghetti and chianti. The fourth, better informed, revealed him as a prominent county official and politician of the Metropolis.

If he felt annoyed at the observation excited by his charming con sort he made no sign. Although a thousand masculine eyes were focused on the woman's face, he betrayed no discomposure. Tho contrast between the pair was so marked that everyone was speaking of it; but he exhibited no evidences of displeasure, or even of interest. But as tho racing wsb finished ho appeared to waken from hifl lethargy. The couple moved down the corridor toward the exit.

Three Brooklyn gentleman stood near by contemplating tho beauty in respectful admiration. As her escort passed, with his companion's hand lightly resting on his arm, turned to the trio and with a swagger that would have been appropriate to the Bowery he "Say, why don't you fellows come down to the races once in a while and bring a girl with yon." In the betting on the racea the most eager participants are women. The great crowd of visitors to the track who never ascend to the upper tier of the grand stand have no idea of the extent to which the practice is carried by the fair sex. On Futurity day at least a thousand women were busily engaged in picking winners and investing on their judgment. Their ages ranged all the way from 15 to 00 years.

In the Burging throng were two girls, mere children, who joined forces financially and plunged in the most reek less manner. They won on every race. They made the optics of the onlookers bulge aB they counted up their winnings in a great green heap of bank notes and ordered wine for half a dozen companions of their own Bex. Not far from them was an aged woman, with 6nowy hair, a furrowed and careworn countenance. She, too.

was a desperate gambler. Her eyes shon with excitement every time the horses galloped along the track; her cheeks were aflame with an unnatural hectic flush as she clutched the pool tickets in her gloved hands. Fortune refused to smile on her, and she left the course scowling like an angry sky before a thunder storm. Despair waB depicted on her countenance as if it had been stamped there with an indelible brand. If she was not on the road to suicide she certainly looked it.

Betting on the races is not the only excess indulged in by women of acquisitive dispositions. There has been a craze for poker playing in recent years that was astonishing. Now that the Summer has closed and the Autumn is drawing on, the rage for card playing is renewed. It is no uncommon occurrence to hear the rattle of tho chips in some of tho most conservative households in the city; and in one family, the Eambleris infonno the game iB played for a modest limit and the "kitty" flourishes in fine prosperty. There ia little poker playing in public resorts here, and professional gamblers, with a few exceptions, give Brooklyn a wida berth.

When it is remembered that there were formerly several gambling houses here the advance made in their suppression is remarkable. A friend informs tho Rambler that gambling was never more prevalent in New York City than it is at present. The police are acquiescent, the victims are being fleeced as usual and the gamblers are as happy as thay always are when they have their dupes over the fire of chance and are frying all tha fat out of them. I went to Brighton Beach during the Summer to hear tho Seidl orchestra. I should have gone oftener had it been possible to ascertain what was going on.

But tho "brilliant incapacity of the management made this impossible. For example, upon consulting a Brighten Beach advertisement in the Eagle the other day, I found that it calmly announced that concert programmes could be obtained somewhere in TJnion Square, New York 1 It was a strong and capable band I heard when 1 6 id go, playing with precision and much force. What did it lack 7 Brightness, elasticity, variety, the "sweetness" which should accompany It is hard to say without making comparisons, and these are apt to be odious in criticism as elsewhere. One thing struck mo as absurd. A gentleman scrupulously clothed in evening dio js, who plays the violoncello exceedingly well, appeared and held the conductor's stick while an overture waa gone through with and then was seen no more.

If the solution of this puzzlo is that the overture waa a light affair by Adam and that it was beneath the dignity of the Metropolitan prophet of the musical future to superintend its performance, it is enough to say that at least as good conductors as Herr Seidl have survived the direction of even a waltz. I think my last view of Lester Wallack was in this city, at the opening of the new Criterion Theater, when he played Eliot Gray in "Kose dale." The circumscribed circumstances in which he found himself when called before the curtain of the shallow stage suggested a characteristic pleasantry in his brief speech. The smallness of the theater also brought the spectators so near to him that they could readily detect the marks time had made upon him, and contrast the obviously advanced ago of tho actor with the comparative youthfulness of the person of the drama whom he represented. In other respects, such as nice attention to detail and finish of performance, ho seemed the same as in his earlier days. just used the word "finish." It is one which every writer would bo likely to apply to him; and yet with all his polish and cultivation he sometimes violated tho simplest conditions of these qualities.

For example, on the stage he would put his hands in his pockets and keep them there in the presence of ladies and iu the most exalted of high society. There may be an explanation of the queer defect in good breeding of which this is an illustration, but I leave others to make it. Certain it is they want it. There are many who regrot the do cline of the Knights of Labor, but I am not among them. The order was useful in teaching two lesBons to Americans first, that labor when thor.

oughly organized and harmonious is almost all powerful, and second, that when it beoomes tyrannical it is sure to fall by reason of internal dissension. Those lessons have been learned and the order of the Knignts of Labor can leave the arena in the full confidence that something wiser and stronger will Bucceed it. Great indus trial uprisings are as regular as tho tide, and whether you call them OhartiBts or Knights of Labor or anything else the men who compose the tide are constantly raising tho high water mark. Organization and the discussion of great questions of political economy, such aB the tariff, are doing much to make the American workingman a deep and accurate thinkor, while his possession of the ballot, that sovereign remedy for all abuses in the State, renders him calm and patient. At the coming of greateraintelli genoe that fickleness whioh has always been charged against the workingman, and which arose merely from Mb lack of understanding where he was being led, will disappear.

His eyes are very nearly wide open, and he is able to lead himself and do it wisely. Nearer and nearer is coming that millennium of natural equality whioh true democratic States contemplate and through faith in which they exist. Aud bo I say, Good luck, prosperity and still more progress to all the good oitizens who march oh Labor day. About four months ago I met a friend, Mr. E.

H. He told me that he was going away from Brooklyn. He was tired of the tameness and sameness of life here and it seemed to him that South America was about his size. He was a brisk spoken, breezy young man who had an exalted opinion of one person whom he saw night and morning in the mirror. He was going to teach the vaqueros of the pampas how to punoh cows and the Indians of the Amazon how to paddle their own canoes.

Well, he went away and I heard no more of him till I nearly walked into him on Fulton street the other day. He looked thin and very badly sunburned, and his expression had lost some of its uriboundod complacency. There was reminisoent sorrow in his tono as ho told me his Btory. He had not reached Brazil, and the Emperor of that country will never know what ho has missed. He landed at Panama after a long and tedious stoamship voyage and with his customary cheerful assurance helped himself to the first thing he encountered.

It was a toss up whether he would scoop in the Panama Canal or the Chagres fever, but the fever got the call and my friend baggod it. Ho and the fever had it hot and heavy for about six weeks. The authorities claimed that he had Yellow Jack and would not let him in the hoapital. However, he recovered in spite of four doctors. As soon as he was able to move he made up his mind that with all its drawbacks he would be able to put up with Brooklyn for a.

little while longer, and ho took passage on the yacht Rambler to return here. Every one knows the fate of tho Rambler. She was caught in a fearful storm and wrecked on one of the minor West Indies. It was a little coral reef and there was nothing edible upon it. For six weeks my friend lived on a diet which consisted chiefly of devilled prunella gaiters, with consomme of rubber boots and shoe frappe.

This waB washed down with rain water. Constant gaiety and high living reduced my friend to a shadow of hiB former self, and ho was quite pleased when a steamer came along and took him away. He has forgiven Brooklyn and says she will be good enough for him for some time to como. The gum chewing habit is foarfully prevalent among the people who ride down town of a morning on the Brooklyn Elevated. I counted fifteen industrious chewers out of twenty two personB in a car.

Their jaws were going and there was an expression of peaoe on their countenances or of deep thought, that told how much more the chewing was a matter of habit than of enjoyment. They chew all the way down, and when they leave the cars at tho old entrance to the bndgo and ascend the flight of Btaira they throw the gum out of the window at the left, just at the head of the stairs. It lands on the roof that covers tho stairs to the street and the tin sheeting is matted with the gray tutti frutti. It is curious to watch the line of passengers from the train as it files up these stairB, and one after another, with as great uniformity as they deposit their change at the window further along for bridge tickets, take a step to the left and throw away their gum. At the Nostrand avenue elevated station on the Brooklyn lino the other day the box that retailed the chewing gum gobbled all the pennies put into it, but with unbending stubbornness refused to yield up gum in return.

One man tried it, lost his penny and remarked: That makes 5 cents and no gum. Well, I guess I am chewing too much anyway. I don't believe I want any gum." His companion dropped a cent in another of the slits and pulled tho knob exactly according to directions. The knob yielded not. This man took a different view of the matter from the other loser, and remarking, I think I am entitled to that gum," took outhis knife and deliberately smashed the glass case On the ground that ho had lost 2 cents in fruitless deposits before the man helped himself to three pieces of the gum.

The opening of the Union Elevated road to the bridge has made Borne changes in the run ning of trains on the old Brooklyn line to the ferry that has caused during the week no little amount of grumblin g. Tho trains to the bridge immediately jumped into prominence as the passenger carrying trains of the road. The novelty and convenience of riding right onto tho bridge, instead of having a distance of a block to walk through a narrow and crowded gangway drew the passengers from the old elevated route and very many from the surface roads. At first shuttle trainB to DeKalb avenue ran baok and forward to the bridge as they had to the Adams Btreet Station, but this lasted but a day or twA and then the shuttle trains were run to Ful ton Ferry, and the bridge and Oity Hall line beoame the main line with through trains. This began Wednesday and when the Fulton Ferry trains came up crowded with passengers in the afternoon rush hours and these passengers were all bundled out at DeKalb avenue to wait for a through train to East New York from the Myrtle avenue tracks there waa great kicking.

The Myrtle avenue trainB were already filled and the fresh host of passengers that were crowded into them were fortunate in many cases to find standing room inside the cars. The guard at the DeKalb avenue Station must have grown very weary of explaining this ohange in the running of the road. "It wont last more than week or two," was his uniform answer. 'Through trains will be run from both the ferry and the bridge aB soon as the yards in East New York are enlarged totake care of the cars. There isn't standing roomwhere now for the trains from both lines." "How amIooing to get up there?" asked a puzzled man of a bridge policeman as he gazed at the Union elevated station suspended over the bridge entrance.

No stairs from the street lead to it, and the would be passenger had discovered this fact by a circuitous survey of tho promises. "The only way 1 know," replied the officer, is for you to pay 1 cent and go in on the bridge promenade. Then walk along until you are under the end of the cable road platform for incoming trains. There you will find a flight of wooden stairs leading from this platform, and from thero you can get byBtairs to the elevated road. Or you can wait awhile and the company will build stairs down into tne street." Now, however, passengers can do better than this, for by the courtesy of the bridge officials the stairs on the Fulton street side of the bridge are used to enter the incoming side of the bridge station.

HAHULEB. substantial injuries, and I determined to proooed against him. Everybody told me that a lawsuit waa an unsatisfactory and cumbrous business, so I resolved on a shorter and sharper method. I was driving one day when I met him. I instantly got out and slashed him hard with my horsewhip.

He struck at me with a stick, knookod a piece of my knuckle off, and reached for his pistol, but didn't get it out soon enough. There was no end of a soandal. I was fined for obstructing the way and incidentally the theater was filled. The judge who tried the case gave me a memento of it in the shape of a pistol, with the advice to use it instead of the whip next time. AN UNAPPRECIATED FAVOlt.

Maestro Verdi has lately arrived at Monteoatini, where he intends taking the waters and with them a well earned holiday. When arriving at the hotel where a suit of rooms had been prepared for him he found that the ohief piece of furniture in his drawingroom was a splendid piano. With out saying a word the composer took the music of his "Trovatore," whioh had been put on the musio stand as a gentle ovation, looked the piano and said to the son of the hotelkeoper: Take me to the place whence I can Bee the deepest abyss." The young man, though somewhat alarmed at the proposal made in solemn tones, led Verdi to the top of the Marienberg, whence the latter, who was so tired that ho was hardly able to stand, hurled the key into tho depths, saying: "The Virgin be praised now I have accomplished an act which will greatly help me to enjoy and benefit by my stay. On the day of my departure from here I will see that the key is replaced." Holiday seekers, go and do likewise, leaving behind you the keys of whatever workshops ye como from. Pall Mall Gazette.

NOTES. Four gymnasts were hurt by falls last week while "doing ther turns." Dorothy Dene, a demure and pretty English actress, wants to play in America. Lizzie Creese, a former member of Lawrence Barrett's company, is seriously ill in New York. Charles F. Pidgia and Effie Canning are writing a comic opora in Boston.

They call it Queen Qnenduda." Margaret Mather will begin her season next week in Cleveland, under Gilmore Tompkins' management. Blondin is at home in Franoe again. He was not so much of a ouriosity this time as he was on his first trip. Barney Baldwin, tho man with the broken neck, is still exhibiting himself in the dime museums. He was in Philadelphia last week.

The theater to be built in Boston next year by Abbey, Schoeffel Grau will he the safest in the country. It will have twonty seven exits. A sarcastic correspondent says that tho shock of playing to a full house in San Francisco was so great that Miss Jeffreys Lewis was only able to get through her part with medioal assistance. Mr. Chater, professionally known as Hercat, tho magician, has returned to London, where he iB burning up "She "every night and drawing her smiling from her own ashes.

The programmes for concerts given on ship board in mid ocean frequently announce that carriages may be ordered at ten." It's a little British joke, so clever that it has been repeated every week for years. Henry E. Dixey and Henry A. Abbey say that they have secured two of the most wonderful at tractions on the other side that ever came to this country. Time win show.

Manager Ben Tealhas patented a "thingumbob" that enables him to convert a setting stage sun into a rising Btage moon. Mr. Teal seems to have neglected his astronomy in his youth, for it is not usual see the sun sot and tho moon rise in the same quarter of the heavens. One way to make a living is to fit a little box of a house on wheels, put in some long moan, stuffed snakes and alligators and some pictures, call it "The Florida Museum," and shift around with it from town to town. That is what one man is doing in New England.

The last week was a bad one for aotors. Lester Wallack is dead; Harry Fisher lost his wife; Barry Sullivan, Newton Gotthold, Carl Rankin and Albina De Mer are dying; Lewis Dockstader's wife is seriously ill; four acrobats were hurt; two companies failed. R. M. Field is serving his twenty fifth term thi3 season as manager of the Boston Muaeum the Wallack's and Comedie Francaise of New England.

Arthur Sullivan's "Macbeth" music to be writ ten for Henry Irving will be the fifth Betting that he has made for Shaksperean plays. He has composed music for "The TempeBt," "Merchant of Venice," "Merry Wives of Windsor" and "Henry VIII." An exchange says that some California fakirs recently revived Pinaforo on a roal Bhip on a real river. When they got to the "hardly ever" part they had to haul up anchor and sail away from the audience to escape suoh little attentions as turnips and other accessories to a double ended ovation. How irrevocably and ingenuously the public become accustomed to associate the popular actor with the parts he plays is borne out by the following dialogue overhoad tho other day at a social "at home." Young man, who know3 the actors by sight off the stage; quite an accomplishment in these days of mummer worship Willard has just arrived. Young lady, who collects theatrical photographs, especially of Hayden Coffin and Mr.

Terriss What, Mr. Willard, the villain How interesting I I wonder if he'll do anything horrid! Lonaon Times. When William Niblo built the theater that bears his name, in 18S8, the house was put up in fif teen days from the time that the foundation was laid. It held 1,200 people and stood in a garden planted with flowers and exotics, where fountains played and firework shows were occasionally given. A little bit or this gardon remains between the presont structure and the Metropolitan Hotel.

The polka waB first danced in New York at this house by Mary Taylor and H. Wolls in 1844 in a sketch called "Polkamania." Pretty LeBlio Chester, of Rosina Vokes' com pany, has gone and married herself to a London tailor named Benjamin. Some New York young men will be displeased at this conduct. The manager of a home play comedy troupe says he firmly believes that in a few years the farce comedy will crowd legitimate comedy en tirely from the stage. This ia a sad forecast, but, then, the manager is interested.

Emma Juch is due in New York about now. She has been resting in London and Paris, and returns a fortnight before the time that she had appointed, in order to sing at a concert in Jones' Wood on the 21st, in aid of the widows and orphans of worthy musioians. Theodore Thomas will lead an orohestra of 300 on that occasion. While in Paris, the agent of Saint Saens offered her the leading part in that composer's new opera. When "Julius Csesar" was given in the Brooklyn Academy some twelve years ago a vast crowd of strapping longshoremen, many Irishmen among them, presented themselves to the boss of the supernumeraries in response to an advertisement offering $1 a night to all seleoted to fill tho roles of senators, soldiers and populace in the cast.

The Argus gave a humorous description of the stage manager's efforts to imbue his stalwart pupils With a sense of their dignity, and the editor wrote.